Josh: “Hey mom, I got an idea.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “You fix me dinner while I play with my toys.”
Me: “I will counter your offer. You play with your toys up in your room and entertain TJ so I can make some dinner.”
Him: “Yep, that works.”
Guys, I just broke my own rule and I NEGOTIATED WITH A TERRORIST. Not just any terrorist, the littlest dictator in all of Chrisendom.
Also, I don’t think he realizes he’s just been had.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
